Poem August 1, 1953 Issue

"PEACE, BE STILL"

Olive Scholes

He dwelt among the tombs, demented, lost,
Untamed, undisciplined, with strength unknown,
Fearing and fearsome, fitful, tempest-tossed.
He seemed beyond all help and hope. Alone!
But Love divine meets every human need;
And from the other side Christ Jesus came.
(The raging wind and waves gave instant heed,
His "Peace, be still" annulled the tempest's claim.)
And Jesus heard the call and saw God's child
In His own likeness made. The swinish thought
Fled to its nothingness. Now peaceful, mild,
With gratitude attesting what was wrought,
The man departed, clothed, in his right mind,
Love's witness in God's likeness, clear, defined.

Olive Scholes

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